by Jamie Knight
He came right as I did. Ray’s cock strained and released, filling up the condom, but I still felt the warmth of his cum and the felling set me off again. We twitched and flinched together, moaning and writhing as one till our orgasms were over. Then we rested in a twisted, sweaty tangle, unable to keep our eyes open for long.
I was right, it was worth it. Even if it was just for one weekend.
Chapter Fifteen - Ray
We didn’t talk about it the next day. I knew that Eileen was still unsure about the sexual aspects of my life, so I didn’t push her. It was enough to have her as a pet for one weekend and if tonight went well, my uncle would be pleased, and his fortunes would be mine. That was all that mattered. Or at least, that was what I told myself.
Eileen and I spent the day like friends. We got breakfast at a local dinner, walked her dog up and down the strip, and gambled a bit. We both kept our mood light and tried to not touch each other. I pretended that I wasn’t dying to tie her to the bed and make her scream my name again. It was hard, but I remained a gentleman in every way.
On occasion, I could see the anxiety in her golden eyes and knew that she was worrying about the performance, but within a second the worry was gone, and she was off running and yelling at me to look at some dress or pair of cufflinks she found. Eileen had always had an excitement in her that I really enjoyed. She persuaded me to buy four new sets of cufflinks for my collection at an antique jewelry store. Not that that was difficult.
When the sun set, it was time to go back to our hotel room and get ready for the ball. We didn’t speak at all on the walk back, the only noise was from Pugsly panting and grunting as he insisted on smelling the occasional bush or tree.
We also dressed in silence and a sense of formality. I wasn’t sure what was going through Eileen’s head. Was she scared? Was she dreading being exposed and fucked in front of thousands of people? She didn’t say and I didn’t pry. I just tried to be there when she needed it—like to help her into the catsuit and tie the laces.
Once Eileen was done putting on her makeup, she looked up at me with a bemused smile on her face. It was the first time she had looked into my eyes all day.
“Ready?” she asked. Her voice shook a little.
I nodded and swung her velvet cape over her shoulders. I already had my coat on. We left the room and rode the elevator down in silence. I put my hands in my coat pockets to keep it closed and discovered something I had forgotten—a mask. I pulled it out and handed it to Eileen.
“Here, I forgot about this.”
She took the mask in her hands and looked it over. It was a black domino mask which would help her conceal her identity by covering her cheeks and eyes.
“Is this allowed?” she asked.
I wasn’t sure, but I nodded anyway. Her shoulders dropped a bit with her relief, and she pulled the mask on immediately. I had packed it, thinking it would help, and I was right.
I turned from her and began mentally preparing for the biggest performance of my life. My worry for Eileen started to fade and my excitement grew. Thousands of patrons were going to watch me take her. My dick twitched at the thought. If I stopped thinking about how Eileen was hating this, then I could really let myself go and get turned on.
But what if Eileen figured out that she liked having sex in front of other people? Then she truly would be the perfect pet. Imagining what that would be like, I turned my eyes on to her leather clad legs and the platform heels she was wearing. Her body was just perfect. My dick started to harden and pressed at the flap of leather that kept it concealed.
I gave my name at the reception desk for the ball and we were ushered to the dressing room. It was cramped and crowded with other performers and I was glad that we mostly got ready in our hotel room.
Eileen pushed me to a corner, somewhat away from the others and dropped to her knees. Before I could ask what she was doing, her lips were on my cock—taking its semi-hardness to a rock-hard level. Her tongue teased me, and I thought about how excited she was last night to try giving me a blow job. It had felt so good.
I had to stop her before she made me come again. “Hold up,” I whispered. “Not too much now, I’m ready to go.” I helped her to her feet.
“Dark Club?” the stage manager called out.
I waved my hand. “Over here.”
“You’re up!”
Eileen glanced into my eyes. Her whole body was shaking with fear. I pulled her towards me, hugged her quickly and kissed her on the top of the head.
“Thank you.” It was the only think I could think of to say, but it didn’t encompass how I was feeling at all. “No matter what you do, you’re going to be perfect.”
She nodded and pulled away from me. I helped her get the yoke on and we both moved towards the entrance to the Leather and Lace Ball. I watched as Eileen took two deep breaths and then she was gone.
Eileen stepped into the ballroom and she was confident. Her head was held high as she towered over most of the crowd. Her legs were impossibly long in the black platform shoes and their five-inch heels. The domino mask sat perfectly over her eyes, but her golden gaze was still visible. It was regal—like she owned everything and everyone in the room. Then she stepped forward.
The people gasped. Hands went over mouths. Whispers started, people wondering who she was. Who she belonged to. They parted like a wave, leaving her a clear runway to strut down and strut she did. Her long legs reached in front of her and pulled her forward. Her hips swung from side to side. Her ass, clad in the leather catsuit, was high and tight. Her head bobbed slightly with her gait.
She never wavered or lost her balance. Eileen walked in sky high heels like she was born in them. Back ramrod straight, her breasts stuck out from her chest perky and perfect, pushing at her leather suit. Her shoulders swung slightly under the black wooden yoke. Her hands hung loose before it, the only color of her outfit was the red of her nails.
Everyone watched her. She strutted her way to the stage like she was made for this night and this show. Not a hint of fear was in her posture now. When she reached the edge of the stage she turned and struck a pose, her long legs spread wide and her head thrown back just slightly.
The men and women of the ball were mesmerized. They started to move towards her, crowding with questions and desire. Reaching out to her and staring up at her in wonder.
Her honey-colored eyes found mine through the audience like a laser. Heat pass between us from the thirty feet or so that separated us. She called me in a primal way, her lips parted slightly and even from this far away I could see the breath she sucked in.
My dick was hard, ready and aching for her. My pet was magnificent.
“Come,” her red lips formed the word.
The doms in the room were inching forward. Men and women dressed in their own leather outfits pulled forward to touch her and take her as her own. They all wanted her.
That’s when I cracked my whip.
Every head in the room turned to stare at me. And her, the only woman in the room who mattered, her lips pulled into a sultry smile. That’s when I took my first step into the ballroom. My pet called to me and the crowds parted in front of me. I stepped forward, feeling taller than I ever have in my whole life.
When the whispers came, I cracked the whip again for silence. The king was here. The Dark Club had come, and the room was ours.
Every single person in the audience pulled back ready for our show. All ten inches of my cock proceeded my walk through the room—rock hard and pushing up the leather flap in my suit. I was ready to give them a show. I was ready to take what was mine.
I crossed the room quickly and grabbed Eileen by the throat above the yoke. Our eyes were still connected, and her breath went out of her body in a huff. Her painted red lips formed a little O. Using her neck as a guide, I pushed her up onto the stage. Her butt propped up onto the wood and her long legs swiveled around till she was kneeling. It was a graceful mane
uver considering her arms were still bound and I still had a hold of her neck.
I tightened my grip slightly, just till I could feel her start to panic, and then I pulled her head down so I could kiss her lips. Soft and warm, she met my kiss with her own. She was panting. And it wasn’t with fear. Eileen was turned on.
I felt my own breath catch. Her desire fed mine and I couldn’t believe it. Here, in front of a ballroom full of people, the girl I thought was too innocent was turning dirty. She was turning kinky.
A new excitement filled me. Maybe this wasn’t just going to be pretend. Maybe she could be my real pet.
I pushed her lips from mine and let Eileen sit up. Kneeling on the stage she towered above me, perfect and queenly. I ran my hands down her body feeling the leather of her outfit. It pulled her curves tight and her body begged me for release. I guided her to turn until her ass faced me and I spanked it. Pushing her up until she stood on the stage.
I joined her and the show begin for real. I grabbed my whip and swung it until it snapped against the leather that covered her perfect ass.
The crowd cheered.
Somewhere, on the edge of the room, my uncle Ronnie was laughing with pleasure.
Chapter Sixteen - Eileen
I felt like a queen. It was crazy. Here I was standing on a stage, dressed in more leather than I had ever owned before, trussed up like some sort of criminal with my ex-boyfriend slash boss coming at me with a whip and a hard on that could be seen for miles. I loved every second of it.
I had told myself before the performance that I would just forget that there were people here. I would try to picture it as just Ray and I, alone in a bedroom somewhere, but the sight of so many eyes on me was interesting. I found myself looking into people’s faces and drinking in the looks of passion and desire that they held.
There were couples and groups paring off throughout the audience. People were kissing while they were watching us. Bodies were grunting and panting, but all eyes were on us. I made eye contact with a blonde man who was thrusting into a woman from behind. He held my gaze for a moment, licked his lips and blew me kisses. It was like he wanted to fuck me, but was taking it out on his…date?
Ray’s whip cracked and it slapped into the leather of my catsuit. There was a bit of a thump, but no sting yet. I arched forward bending one knee slightly, giving Ray better access to my ass. He seemed to approve because the whip cracked again. The thump it caused as it slashed into the leather was somewhat pleasurable.
I let out a low moan, which brought cheers from the people closest to the stage.
Ray moved from behind me to stand at my side. I glanced over at him, turning my head in the confines of the stocks, and my heart sped up. This was where shit got real.
He traced his hands down my body, rubbing my breasts and hips and ass through the leather. I let his touch comfort me, but it wasn’t arousing. I was too nervous for what I knew was coming.
Reaching for a zipper that lined one of the special areas of my suit, Ray started to pull. The material dropped down revealing my left breast to the crowd. The second that the cool air of the ballroom touched my nipple, it hardened. My breath caught in my lungs. The nervousness that filled my stomach turned to a strange excitement that coursed through my body and ran down to my pussy, which began to ache.
I was turned on. Showing my breast to a room full of people, a room full of strangers, was making me hotter than I had ever felt before.
Ray pulled the second zipper and my right breast was revealed, the nipple hard as a diamond.
“Do you want me to touch your breasts, pet?” Ray asked in my ear. I wasn’t sure if it was loud enough for the crowd to hear.
“Yes, sir!” I yelled.
The crowd screamed with enthusiasm.
Ray moved behind me again. He folded himself over me, pushing his torso into my back and reached around to touch my exposed tits. His fist touch was barely a scrape of one finger around the curve of my breasts, but it was enough to make my legs tremble. My pussy felt like it was on fire it ached so much.
Next, Ray’s hands covered my breasts and he began to massage them as he pulled me into his body and his pelvis. Through our layers of leather, I could feel his cock, still rock-hard, press into me. My anticipation level increased and I wanted the barriers between us gone. The very thought of him fucking me in front of this crowd was almost pushing me over the edge.
He pinched my nipples and rolled them slightly. It felt so good that I almost closed my eyes, but something stopped me. Some hidden desire made me keep them open and stare into the audience.
It felt like electricity was zapping off of my nipples and running through my whole body. My knees weakened and clamped together. I looked into a person’s eyes in the mob. A stranger’s, I couldn’t even tell if it was a man or a woman, but something passed between us and I came with a scream.
“Oh my God! You bad pet!” Ray said behind me. His voice was filled with surprise, but then he lowered it to a growl. “I didn’t say you could come yet!”
He pulled his body from mine and I wobbled at the loss of his support. My breasts were suddenly cold from his hands being gone and they ached to be touched again. An odd pleading sound rose in my throat.
Ray looked over the crowd. “Should my bad pet be punished?” he asked. “She came without permission!”
There was a roar of approval.
I blinked at the masses; their faces were still blurry from my orgasm. I was dizzy and filled with more desire than I had ever felt before. My legs wobbled in my platform heels.
Ray was at my side again in one second. His fingers found the latches on the stocks and he flipped them. The wood fell away shocking me. I looked back at him, not sure what was going on. In the instructions he had given me, I was supposed to wear the yoke the whole time. I guessed that he was starting to improvise and tried to relax.
He pulled a wooden pommel horse around in front of me from the back of the stage, where I hadn’t seen it before, and pushed me down onto it. The coarse two-by-four that made up the top pressed into my ribs and lay in between my boobs. It was rough on my smooth skin, but the feeling wasn’t unpleasant. In fact, to my heightened senses the bits of wood that were sticking into my body were points of odd pleasure.
We hadn’t planned to use this thing in our act. The rough plan, Ray had come up with had us both standing the entire time, but I wasn’t upset. Leaning on the pommel horse took my weight off my trembling feet. It was almost a relief.
Ray pulled up my left leg and put it onto a ledge of the pommel horse, then he did the same with the right. Something clamped around each ankle and I glanced down to see that the contraption had some sort of cushioned restraints. My hands were tied down quickly, leaving me completely trapped against the wood. The position I was now confined in had my butt raised up into the air. I knew what was coming next.
The two zippers that held the flaps of leather around my butt cheeks loosened and were pulled away. My bare ass, with only a thin thong of fabric covering my privates, was exposed to the crowd.
My breath hissed and I started to pant. That was when the first sting of the whip came. It was a quick snap and then a blossom of heat and pain filled my left butt cheek. I screamed, but it wasn’t with pain.
“That’s for coming too soon, pet!” Ray announced. The crowd cheered.
He cracked the whip a second time and pain blossomed in my right butt cheek. I was quivering with it, overwhelmed by the strange pleasure I was feeling. My pussy was wet, soaking the leather thong that covered it.
Ray moved closer. Her ran a hand over my stinging flesh like he was appreciating the curve of my ass.
“God, your beautiful,” he panted. It was too quiet for the audience to hear and I wasn’t sure if he even knew that he was speaking. “Your ass is so red, my gorgeous girl. You’ve got me so fucking hard. To see you take it like that…God damn.”
He pulled his hand back and the
n spanked me as hard as he could. My ass stung, and the movement pushed me into the rough wood. The whole contraption rocked slightly.
“Do it again,” I begged, not even sure where my voice came from.
“What?” he hissed.
“Do it again, please, sir?” I begged again.
I glanced back at him and our eyes met. Ray’s blue eyes were wild, like he was possessed with desire. I had never seen him, or any man, look at me that way. It made my pussy tingle and my hips buck against the pommel horse. He watched my every move; his lips twisting with a smile.
Then he spanked me hard again. And again. Ray spanked me over and over till my butt felt raw and burning, but for some reason, my body loved it. Each time his hand met my flesh my hips would buck and grind my mound into the wood beneath me. Whines and pleads filled my throat, until I was screaming for him to fuck me and make me come.
Ray stopped and I lay there quivering. Tears of pain and pleasure were running into my black mask and I was mumbling incoherently. He looked me over a few seconds and then rubbed my flaming skin. His gentle touch was divine. I leaned into it.
But as quickly as he touched me, his hand was gone. Ray reached over my butt and undid the final zipper—the one covering my pussy and asshole. The air hit them coolly and I hissed in my breath aware that a room full of thousands was staring at my most intimate parts.
My pussy was wet, engorged and quivering. I cold feel my moisture on my thighs. My hips bucked again, my whole body begging for Ray’s touch.
He slid two fingers into me, and it almost pushed me over the edge. I held my whole body ridged and tense; my being a live wire of sensation and desire. Ray pulled his fingers back just slightly and then slammed them into me again. In front of the masses, he fingerfucked my wet pussy. I groaned with pleasure and uttered words of nonsense.
“Come,” Ray ordered, and I did.